This past week I have been mentoring a young lady who is interning at my office. She embodies intelligence, charisma and absolute potential. Several hours into our work day, I began to recall my original dream to be a writer. Early on in my academic career, I quenched my dream for a profession that would provide income and stability.
During the 10+ years that ensued, I focused on my career, marriage and then family. Then one night last year, I decided it was not too late to give writing one more shot – not for fame or fortune, but for me.
Perhaps it was her infectious excitement about the project (which ironically requires her to blog) or her determined spirit, my intern inadvertently helped me see that despite the myriad paths I took, I am living my dream.